The earth plunges into despair for countless ages, flames of war roaring, blood flowing everywhere.
Sorrowfully recounting bygone events, who among the same kin will avenge the grievances?
Madness, repression.
The sky unleashes torrential red rain, pouring heavily onto the land, corroding its surface to form countless tiny pits.
Disturbed by the erosion of the red rain, countless living beings scramble into pre-dug burrows below the ground, as though fleeing from calamity. Their hearts flutter anxiously, praying that this red rain doesn't last too long, lest the shelters they dug collapse under the strain.
Looking upward, high in the sky, a Nine Layer Heavens Tower looms, surveying everything below. Beneath the tower, tens of thousands of miles away, drift three colossal floating islands.
Of course, these floating islands numbered only two tens of thousands of years ago.
